Friends. That's all they were.

But friends didn't come to each other when something was wrong. Friends didn't spend night after night in the same bed, nor did they share a mere kiss in the moonlight that both parties chose to ignore.

Now they were sitting on the chill sand, the sun already past the horizon. Darkness enveloped the sky, and the stars hung and twinkled above them. Each crash of the waves, followed by the satisfying sizzle of rocks, was the only thing reminding them both that this wasn't a dream.

"I've only kissed fewer than five people in my lifetime. Most people expect more from me, seeing my upbringing, but I never hand them out easily." Grayson started to say, his gaze never leaving the water in front of him.

"What happened between us on the balcony, in the moonlight... wasn't an accident. If you choose to believe so, then I will too. But I cannot live any longer without you knowing how I feel about that—how I feel about you." Finally, Grayson moved his grey eyes towards your dimly lit figure next to him.